Say hello to the Cynical Queen
Quite like a plague
She held that pistol to her chest
Running rapid in the desolate world
Vowing to only her best
Criticizing the very air she breathes
Exclaiming her feelings of unworthy
She leaves behind her a trail of dead
Curse to be divided from birth
A reputation preceding her movements
A paranoia desecrating her perception
She feels no love for anyone
Yet this front is a powerful deception
Holding the revolver to her head
They want blood to repay her sins
Cynical Queen has destroyed so many
In death's face she's forced to grin
Cynical Queen can be stopped
She's still a mortal being
Harden exterior, soft inside like a crab
A bird in a cage, a prisoner needing freeing
Say hello to the Cynical Queen
A captive in her own skin
Satan's wife they call her, an epitome of death
But a pure heart and intentions within
Say hello to the Cynical Queen